Category Archive: Best Of Carlisle Johnny

May
14

The Best Sports Car Of All Time ..The Triumph TR6 ..A 1970′s Hairy Chested British Roadster

I know its hard to admit but the British invented the Sports Car. When American troops after World War II started to drive early sports cars like the MGTD a love affair started with British roadsters. In 1953 when Triumph first started sending the brash TR2 to the USA another love affair started with Triumph Sports Cars. The formula was simple. Ground hugging suspension, superb engine sounds, little or no creature comforts and bull dog like toughness that became a Triumph trademark. More and better TR’s would follow like the TR3,TR4 and the TR250. By 1968 the TR’s needed and update. British Leyland called on German design studio Karmann to do a hurry up restyle of the TR250 thus creating the TR6 for model year 1969. The TR6 was everything a brazen brutal sports car should be. Quick, agile, creaky, leaky and unforgiving. With its lusty wonderful sounding 2.5 liter six cylinder engine it made sounds that would make a Ferrari blush.

The Karmann restyle was crisp and he-man like. Interiors were typical English with a wood dash and full gauges. The TR6 sat low slung on it’s independent rear suspension and its four speed transmission shifted with a resounding thunk. As vehicle comforts improved in the 1970′s the TR6 made no excuses for its leaky top and buckboard ride. As Car and Driver Magazine said in a 1976 road test “It is the last of the hairy chested British roadsters“  Triumph made over 90,000 TR6′s from 1969-1976. It was replaced with the “Shape of things to come” tepid TR7 door stop. When production of the TR6 ended it was the last of its kind. A true sports car in the true sense of the term. Unforgiving, blunt and a drivers car. Having owned a red 1969 TR6 I can say that you either loved it or hated it. Mine was upgraded with Weber Carbs, Ansa four pipe exhaust, Pacesetter header, 72 spoke chrome wire wheels, roll bar and suspension mods. It was my favorite ride on a warm summer evening and it made the most glorious sounds. Despite the reputation for being ahhh ummm British my TR6 never let me down in fact gave me 9 years of thrilling service. The TR6 was full of greatness and flaws but it never went away from its mission. A bold hairy chested sports car. The last of its kind and that’s why Carlisle Johnny has named crowned it The Best Sports Car Of All Time.

Check out this classic Triumph TV commercial

Apr
09

A Peerless Love Story or This Is Another Fine Mess I’ve Gotten Myself Into..

As the saying goes..”All good things come to those who wait” Well not too sure about all good but in my case a 1929 Peerless Model 6-81. For as long as my car soaked brain can recall parked in my hometown of Port Jefferson NY has been a very lonely 1929 Peerless. As some of you know in its day Peerless was one of the “Three P’s Of Motordom” in the 1920,s and 1930′s. Considered one of the best cars of its era. The other two P’s being Packard and Pierce Arrow. Some say the thing that killed Peerless was they made the cars too good.

The average car in its day would last maybe 5 years. Peerless was known for going 10 years plus with no major repairs. Truth be told it was The Great Depression and Peerless lack of a lower priced model that sent it packing by late 1931. The story of this wonderful piece of automotive history is a two part love affair. It’s soon to be past owner is an amazing women who purchased the restored jewel over 18 years ago. From the start she had a love affair with the Peerless. Her intent was to use it for her costume company as a prop and for weekend drives with her husband.

As time and life passed by the Peerless was parked and became part of the backdrop of our pretty harbor town. Still she refused to sell it hoping that one day it could be brought back to its past glory. Many people asked but she refused despite the price. As with most love affairs it is tough to let go.  The second part of the love story is me. I have always had a desire and romance for  cars from the 1920′s and 1930′s. Years ago when I spotted it parked it was love at first sight. For years me and the owner would talk. About life. About the Peerless.

About her future plans for the Peerless. She was glad to know that I knew about the history of Peerless and its role in automotive history. Still no sale. She promised if she did sell it I would be the person she would sell it too. I had to promise to keep it close by and not sell the car for profit. I did. But I was running out of time. I needed to have a classic car ready for the Lincoln Highway 2013 tour. When I was at Spring Carlisle 2012 I fell for a fully restored 1936 Chevrolet Standard for a great price. Still it was not the Peerless. I called her son explaining I needed to know if she wanted to sell or not. If not than I would purchase the beautiful old Chevrolet. Few hours later the phone rang and she was ready to let her love go. Maybe she felt like I was cheating with another car or something in her life had changed. Sometimes its tough to let go. So now its a race to August 2013 to get the much loved Peerless ready for the Lincoln Highway Cross Country Tour.  Unlike most love stories this one is going to have a happy ending. Oh well this is another fine mess I’ve gotten myself into..  ENJOY THE PEERLESS BEFORE SLIDE SHOW..

Apr
09

On The Road With Johnny B ..Praising Old Fashioned Gas Stations and Why eBay Is Ruining The Old Car Hobby

I was raised in the 1960′s. In fact born July 4th 1960. So yes I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy and a big fan of an old fashioned American road trip.  Long before cable TV, reality TV and Nav Systems people climbed in their no A/C bench seated road hogs and took a family trip. You had no I-Pod or videos just an AM radio and my Dad’s 1964 Buick Electra 225. Gas was cheap so if you got 12 MPG in your highway barge you were king of the road. We took alot of trips when I was young. We would all pile into the Buick and hit the road. The first stop was the local gas station or “service station” My Dad would say “Fill er up with super !!” With “Ethel” being only 36 cents a gallon you could afford the best in your Electra or Eldorado. A man in a uniform would fill your tank, check the oil, check the tire pressure and wash your windows. All with a smile and the tip of a hat. Alot of these gas stations were palaces of light and colors. Squeaky clean and had a great old Coke machine outside.

They had no convenience stores just gas and oil. That was OK because you went to the Bohack or A & P to buy your groceries in those days. They had great names. Texaco, Esso, Shell, Sinclair and Power Test. Even the TV ads were cool. Texaco had “You can trust your car to the man who wears a star” and sold you “Sky Chief” gasoline. Air was free from the old Ding Ding air pump. You could ask for directions. Get a flat fixed and use the rest rooms. Most of those great old gas stations are long gone. Replaced by self serve and places that are open 24/7 with cold looking convenience stores.

 In some places you can get full serve but the pump jockey looks like he is one step ahead of immigration. No more clean uniform. No tip of a hat. No “can I check your oil?” No old Coke machine outside. Only swipe your card and move on. The modern gas station is like our society it moves 24 hours 7 days a week. We text, blog and email till we sometimes have no conversations or human contact. In those days most places were closed on a Sunday including your local Power Test or Sinclair. What did you do? You actually spent time with your family on a Sunday. Monday would come around again and you would go fill er up at your local gas station. Your friend Gus would fill it with super, wash your windsheild and you would chat about what you did on a Sunday with your family.

 

Let me say this..eBay is ruining the old car hobby. Tough words from a person that has used and made money buying and selling automotive crap on eBay motors. So yes I’m a hipcrite. The problem as with most thing in life eBay motors has just gotten to big. Much like cable TV the original concept has been lost. When cable TV came around in the 1970′s it offered you the basic channels plus cable access, movies and yes later MTV. Those days MTV only showed music videos. hence the name “Music Television”.

All this with NO commercials. Now that we have 900 channels (and still nothing to watch) you are subject to dozens of commercials regardless of what you watch. Ebay’s original concept was a giant yard sale or swap meet for the masses. What a fantastic idea. When eBay motors arrived all of us car nuts were thrilled that we could find our bargains with just a click of a mouse. It worked at first. Part of the fun and the horror of building or buying a classic car is the hunt. Plodding thru a swap meet like Carlisle or Hershey is part of the adventure. eBay had that at first. Then something happened. Dealers and greed. You have now car dealers selling new and used vehicles. Hell if I wanted to go to a dealer I would. No bargain to be found. Most of the new auto parts are now sold by retailers faking that they are giving you a deal.  The used parts are buried under 1000′s of new listing next to impossible to find. I even know of some retailers gobbling up inventories to corner the market. If I wanted to pay full price for a new part I can visit my local NAPA store.  Even vehicle prices have been effected. At a recent swap meet I heard a dealer say “Why would I take that price when I sell it for more on eBay to a foreign buyer” Hmmm really !!  I see all this corporate attitude changing the car show scene. Heavy hitters with big trailers are now out pacing the old Mom an Pop vendors at every car show I attend. The old guard is being pushed out by eBays might and a monopoly on internet classic car sales and parts market. If eBay was a bank or utility the federal government would of sanctioned it years ago. Ebay needs to be split into two divisions. One for new cars and parts by dealers. The other for used cars and parts by Mom an Pop. People should be given the choice. Bargain or over paying for item they can buy anyplace else.  If eBay isn’t controlled soon we risk a new generation of car lovers never having the experience of a swap meet or finding an old car in a barn. Control eBay now or the entire destruction of the old car hobby is around the corner.

Apr
08

The Best Luxury Car Of All Time ..The Lincoln Continental Mark IV ..A 1970′s Chubby TV Detectives Favorite Ride

If you were a portly TV detective named Frank Cannon in the 1970′s you only drove one kind of car. A Lincoln Mark Series. Maybe you had no choice due to your large gullet or maybe you just wanted the best Personal Luxury Car money could buy. In 1971 When the Mark III was replaced by the longer and larger Mark IV.  Mr Cannon followed suit and purchased a shiny new 71 Silver Mark IV to haul around his crime fighting blubber. All new for 1971 the Lincoln Continental Mark IV was indeed a rolling living room. Stuffed with either crushed velour or enough leather to make a cow cry. It was the typical American Luxury Car of the 1970′s. Huge engine, bad handling, horrible fuel mileage and a hood you could land a helicopter on. Lincoln stuck with the hidden headlights and tall Rolls Royce type grille that made the Mark III popular with TV detectives and pimps of the day. The roof was graced with an Opera Window. The lavish interior featured huge front seats with split armrests but the back seat was small and cave like. Powered by the whopping 460 V8 it was rated at 365 horsepower in 1971.

 By 1974 due to power robbing emissions restrictions your massive Mark IV could only put out 212 horsepower. Still they sold well till the last year 1976. By 1973 you could get a moon roof. Special Editions were made. With names like Givenchy, Bill Blass or Cartier you had one special road barge to cruise around in. 1974 would be the first year for the ugly 5mph bumpers front and rear. The Mark IV never made any excuses for its excess. The ride was pillow like and it cornered like a pound of soft butter. Options were few and everything was full power.

 Even the trunk could be opened with a glove box mounted button. Detective Cannon shouldn’t have to strain himself opening a trunk. Prices in 1971 started at $8640.00. By 1976 your basic Mark IV would cost you $11,060. What makes the Mark IV the Best Luxury Car Of All Time? Simply stated the word “No”. No road feel. No road noise. No way you can pass a gas station without stoping. No stress having to be bothered rooling up windows or moving seat.  No apologies for being a huge floundering leather lined hulk of a luxury car with on other mission but to make you comfy, take up a large amount of space and gobble as much fuel as possible. For all those reasons the Lincoln Mark IV is the Best Luxury Car Of All Time.

Watch This 1973 Lincoln TV Commercial..How The Lincolns Ride sooooo Great

Dec
12

On The Road With Johnny B ..Car Crushes And The Legend Of The “Scooby Van”

Heart pounds..Your palms sweat. The wanting. The longing.The shape of her body. Is it love at first sight or just plain old lust? I remember my first time. I was 13 or 14 years old and my father’s friend pulled into our driveway with a shiny new chestnut brown TR6. Hey, what did you think I was talking about? This is a family blog. Piggies..Anyway..love or lust, that was in my memory my first car crush. My friend Lynn McLeer blames me for her first time. When she first saw my red 1969 TR6 she was hooked. I must admit to an addiction that is out of the norm when it comes to things that roll. I say “things that roll” because I still own a 1966 Honda 50 step-thru motorcycle. Not exactly a Harley but a lustful purchase at the time. Found at a yard sale 12 years ago for the sum of $300.00.

 I since added chrome side covers and kickstand.. Because I refused at a young age to drive normal stuff, my first new car purchase was a 1981 AMC Eagle 2 door sedan. Visions of forging rivers and woods filled my 21 year old head. I know AMC stands for “Almost A Car” or “All Mistakes Combined” but it proved to be a reliable car. But still have you ever seen an AMC Eagle? All this semi-lustful thinking leads to some stupid ideas and purchases.   

     A purchase of Mercur Scorpio from an auction made me understand that if the fuel tank reads half full its not always half full. After a nice seven mile walk in the boondoggles of PA love turned to hate real fast. 

Sometimes this behavior leads to some good things too. Some of my long time friends remember the Scooby Van. Many years back I purchased the Scooby Van from the back yard of a 90++ year old gentleman for the earth shattering sum of $200.00. In fact the whole backyard looked like the 70s Ford burial ground. Kinda like the grim reaper of autos meets Quinn Martin productions(you know Streets of San Francisco TV show) Named by my friend Barrys very young son Thomas.”Look Dad it looks like the Scooby Van”.The name stuck.The Scooby was a 1971 Ford E150 camper conversion. 

     It had everything good and bad about the1970s. 302 V8-Good. Shag rug-Bad. Auto trans and power steering-Good. Mustard yellow paint-Bad. But Scooby’s sole mission in the beginning was to be the transport and hillbilly home for the Carlisle shows for me and my buddies.

      After a winter of shoveling bondo into the quarter panels the.Scooby made its first of many trips to Carlisle.On its first trip thru Staten Island I hit a large pot hole causing the control arm mount to crack. As luck will have it we limped to the first repair shop. As we ate colon ripping tacos at a local stand “Pedros” auto repair welded it up and away we went.

The Ole Scooby Van started to have a life all its own. At first friends and family would say. “What are you going to do with that thing” But after a bitter cold dust-off with the Long Island Triumph Assc. to Duck Walk Vineyards when many a club member made fun of me and mine. Poking fun became reversed when the faithful Scooby provided hot soup and coffee to many shivering LITA members. And the legend of the Scooby grew. I must admit to it being the anti-Triumph for a time. Driving then club president Geoff Levy crazy on more than one occasion. When Geoff would ask at a meeting “any questions?” Some club member would ask. “Yes do we have any Scooby Van updates?” Poor Geoff.

During one trip to Carlisle me and my buddy Danny hanging out in the Scooby fueled on mixture of vodka and beer came up with a sort of Scooby dictionary.We proudly called it “Scooba-phonics.” Talk about Conjuction Junction…And the legend grew. Not sure but I think Danny got his head stuck in one of the Scoobys windows(that’s a whole different story) Moral:never mix Corona and Finlandia.

Sadly the Scooby van is in RV heaven. That fine 1970s Ford lack of rustproofing eventually ate out the front suspension mounts. So my buddy Barry from Northeast Towing picked up the Ole Scooby and sent it down to the crusher. I’m not sure but I think he had tear in his eye because he picked it up when I first bought it. Rest in peace Scooby. Sometimes a car crush leads to good things.

Jul
18

On The Road With Johnny B ..Saying Goodbye To An Old Friend And Remembering One Long Gone

Not sure when it happened. Maybe as young lad I had spotted a classic car going down the street or in a movie. As long as I can remember I have been drawn to wide white walled classic from 1920′-1940′s. Now don’t get me wrong I have had my share of Muscle Cars, Triumphs, Benzes and VW’s but my true love is wire wheeled, running boarded and dual side mounted war wagons from the FDR years. Alot of you know my first car back in 1975 was a 1948 Chevrolet Fleetmaster Convertible. Purchased for $500.00 from Ron’s Esso I worked an entire summer washing pots in a steamy Italian restaurant to save the money. The tired looking old Chevy was solid but a little worn out. In the days of Mustang’s ,Camaro’s and screaming chicken Trans Am’s I was an outcast from the start. Most of my speed freak friends were shocked when I didn’t want to Hot Rod my 48 Chevy droptop. The sturdy 216 Stovebolt Six was a runner and the stiff when cold vacuum shift were in good working order. I still today feel like you are destroying history when you chop up a restorable classic car.

Never a Hot Rodder myself I still respect what they do. I just love them original. Me and my 48 Chevy were a little slow but we always made it to and back from my teenage adventures. She got the name “Betsy”. My Mom’s idea and it stuck. I had her painted in the original maroon with leather and broadcloth seats. In the days before the internet and Coker Tire I slapped on white wall paint to simulate wide whites. As I drove Ole Betsy we became close friends and I learned to love convertibles.

A few years passed and Betsy was getting in need of an engine rebuild. Choosing between Betsy or fast cars,beer and girls my young stupid mind would make one of its many bad choices. I let her go and bought a 1971 Camaro that was neither fast or as charming as Betsy. Remembering my long gone friend makes me teary eyed for simpler days and my first car love.   When you were fixing an old car in those days you had no internet or eBay to help you in your search for rusty gold. The Carlisle Fairgrounds swap meets had just started and Hershey was only once a year. So you has to count on luck, word of mouth, Hemmings Motor News or my favorite Cars and Parts Magazine. I think it was Car and Parts that gave me a true love of Packards, Peerlees, Hudsons and other long gone classics. The thing I loved about Cars and Parts was yes it had an excellent classified section but it told great stories and history of old cars. Alot of my overstuffed automotive brain came from the pages of Cars and Parts.

 I would wait every month by the mail box for it to come. Cars and parts also had a wonderful section called the “Tool Bag“. In the Tool Bag people would ask all kinds of repair questions. Not normal things but stuff like “When installing my king pins on my 1931 Hupmobile do I put the clevis pin in from the bottom or top?” I would save every issue and go back to re-read about grand classics from the days of The Great Depression. As the years past Cars and Parts to keep pace had to do some features on newer cars from 1960′s and 1970′s. Sadly like all things in life everything comes to an end. Cars and Parts readers would dwindle more and more every year. Part of the reason was that some of the older subscribers had passed away into that big junkyard in the sky. Interest in brass era cars and older classic cars were giving way to muscle cars and big dollar Barrett Jackson darlings. You could find almost anything on the internet and the monster known as eBay gave you instant access to millions of listings worldwide. Not sure but I think eBay has hurt the old car hobby. That’s a story for another time. Even I had lost track of my old friend as life and work kept me busy. I found Cars and Parts magazine again a few years back. Still had the same charm but in a smaller package. I paid my subscription but never got the promised 3 years. Cars and Parts Magazine has been gone for a few years now. I still go thru some of my older issues. Even today I find some fact or piece or trivia I didn’t know. Oh well Cars and Parts Magazine thanks for the memories and a sad goodbye to an old friend.

Jun
18

The Incredible Tale Of The Flaming Grand Wagoneer

1989 Jeep Grand Wagoneer. Dont ask me why I bought this wood slab sided Rhino. I can’t even remember where I bought it from.  I do remember how I got rid of it. One word “fire”. My 1989 AMC Jeep Grand Wagoneer came from the factory with the trusty but thirsty 360 V8 engine. White with the cheesy wood grain on the side it bellowed everything bad about the American car industry in the 1970s-1980s. The Jeep portion was good stuff,Engine,transmission,4×4 etc were all robust.

Anything that was AMC(AMC stands for (A)All (M)Mistakes(C)Combined) would almost everyday self destruct. Still these Grand Wagoneers had the distinction of being the longest running single platform used by a USA car maker. Produced with various engines from 1963-1991 it was considered the first luxury SUV. Jeep-Willys introduced the Jeep Wagoneer to the public in early 1962. It would re-write the 4×4 segment.Engines would range from 230-258 six cylinders to 327-350 V8s borrowed from other suppliers in early models..

The later models used the AMC designed 360/401 V8s..While other 4x4s were spartan at best these vehicles offered something new in a 4×4 vehicle..comfort. This would force GM,Dodge and Ford to re-think how they made 4×4 vehicles. In some strange way Chevys Blazer and Fords Bronco would of never came into production if the Wagoneer was never produced. In 1970 AMC gobbled up Jeep and started to change the direction of the company. 1984 Jeep was going to bring out the mid-size Cherokee. With that Jeeps plan was to move the Wagoneer upmarket.

Thus the Wagoneer would become the Grand Wagoneer. Kind of like an American Range Rover. The Chrysler years(1987-1991)..saw upgrades in quality control and fit and finish(yeah sure). Despite having its own V8s Chrysler decided to use the AMC designed 360-V8 till the end of production. Many Grand Wagoneer collectors view these years 1987-1991 as the best of the breed. The last Grand Wagoneer rolled off the line on June 21st 1991 ending an era of full frame straight axle American 4X4s. In a strange twist of fate they remain highly collectable. My 1989 white Grand Wagoneer was going to be my winter vehicle. I had visions of plowing thru the deepest snow and rivers. Too many Jeep comercials from 1980s dancing in my head. Its wheezing emissions laden power plant could pull down a house but had all the MPG of the Space Shuttle. Every knob fell off the dash. The heater core would burst melting my shoe to the rubber mat one winter day. The tail gate glass would make a heart stopping thunk every time you lower it. The engine compartment had more rubber hoses and connection than a cruise ship. Still it had a strange charm. Kind of like Mrs Brady goes to boot camp. The poorly fitting leather interior was accented by the contact paper wood grain on the sides of the body. More creaks and rattles than a haunted house it would go just about anyplace you pointed it. From the first day I bought it I could smell a small gasoline vapor smell. As hard as I tried could never locate the problem. We(me and my bonehead friends) figured that it was a small fuel leak that was evaporating on the heat of a manifold or something. Come on gas dripping on a smoldering manifold. What could go wrong?

One hot summer day as I approached my pot hole filled driveway I hit a large crater. What ever connection that was slightly loose(causing the fuel smell) came flying off. This caused more fuel to spill out than the Exxon Valdez. As smoke bellowed into the cabin I drove as long as I could till the flames started to poke out from under the hood(real smart to keep it running and drving!!) I opened the hood causing a scene from the movie Backdraft. I ran for my hose about 100 feet away. I say 100 feet bacause all I had was a 75 feet of  hose. As I ran like Bruce Jenner with the flowing hose I stopped more than 25 feet short of the target. Shooting the water into the air hardly reached the Towering Inferno that was happening. Still I managed to put out the fire. For some strange reason all the AMC stuff melted..Things like bad wiring,emissions hoses,cheap fake wood pieces and AMC badges. The things that survived..Engine,transmision,4×4 stuff..you know the true Jeep junk. I ended up discarding the chared remains and selling it to a freind who uses it as a plow truck till this day. Funny how the AMC junk flamed to a crisp and the Jeep stuff survivied. I wonder If God drives a Jeep.. and the Devil drives AMC products..

 

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